Makes me think, quite curiously, of "The Forgotten," the Julian Moore film.Makes me think also, in disjoint sentences, about the following:Made me think, quite incongrously I think, of the BJP and their brave attempt of creating their own history. Made me think of Harry Seldon."He who controls the past controls the future. He who controls the present, controls the past."Makes me think of how much of our collective remembering is actually, imagining. Makes me think that the memory of an individual, the only true roots, the only true home he has got, is an assemblage of other opinions, other thoughts, other memories. So what is this think we call the Self, the Ego, the I? Is it not the sum of the variegated fragments of our memory?And what is the We? We the people, our heritage, our past, our values? Is that not memory also? Many memories, many millions of memories annealed together and forming one memory?As I said, thoughts strung together in disjoint, nebulous sentences. Hope there was some sense in all that. Thank you for an excellent bit of writing, and do drop into my blog sometime.

About Me

There is a magic in the air that permeates through the very soul of my existence. There is a stillness in the night that floods my senses beyond my imagination. There is a madness inside of me that overflows in everything that I create. There is a past behind me that is overcrowded with memories that drain me out.